Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.